The courtroom in Franklin County had gone so quiet that the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead sounded like insects trapped against glass. Emma Caldwell stood beside her attorney with one hand resting on her swollen stomach. Eight months pregnant, pale from nights that had stopped resembling sleep, she looked nothing like the woman who had walked into this same courthouse seven years earlier to get a marriage license with Daniel Caldwell.
That woman had been wearing a yellow sundress and laughing at something Daniel said in the elevator. She had believed, as people do at the beginning of things, that she understood who she was marrying. Across the aisle, Daniel sat with his jaw tight and his navy suit smooth and his wedding ring already gone.
Beside him sat Vanessa Price, thirty-one, polished, her dark hair falling in perfect waves, smiling the way people smile when they have already decided they have won. Every few seconds she leaned toward Daniel and whispered something that made the corner of his mouth twitch. Judge Margaret Whitaker adjusted her glasses and looked at Emma over the bench.
“Mrs. Caldwell, your petition states you are requesting an immediate divorce and waiving your claim to the marital home, the savings account, both vehicles, and Mr. Caldwell’s business shares.
Is that correct?”
A murmur moved through the gallery. Emma’s attorney, Rachel Monroe, stiffened beside her. “Your Honor, my client understands—”
“I asked Mrs.
Caldwell,” the judge said. Emma lifted her chin. “Yes, Your Honor.
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